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A Moment in the Sand

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by [LouAnne ]

2004-05-29  |     | 





I have seen differently so many things …and they turned out to have much more many faces….-
Our eyes have different colors…and different views.
Our eyes compete with the profundity of the sea, yet they don’t resemble with it at all.
Our hands turn into the dust they once were holding.
Our bones fill our bodies, our muscles teach them how to move, yet it is our soul that never stands still.
We change things around us every time we speak, every time we make a move,
And along with them…we change ourselves even more.
Funny thing the love we give is always the same…
For it grows at the same time with our bodies, with our influence upon the time we take for ourselves.
For its aim is not enriching us – though it does so – but making us forget our souls’ limits.
For it simply exists, and it develops inside silently and without opposing any strength,
For it beats around every corner of our being.
We receive it so welcome in us, and it is the only thing we’re so hurried into giving.
And along with it we give all we are and our darkest – or brightest – history. Funny thing our essence stays always the same.
And it gets so easier to be felt...every time we decide to show ourselves naked…
…for every “other one” can hardly wait to do it, except for the fear we will hold that one back.
I am so free…We are so free… in a way that we don’t even know,
In a way we can’t even suppose, as we can’t even suppose the multitude of faces we can take…



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